Hope Of Homeland Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

The poet, away from his mother since a boy, was crying
‘Oh voice, oh mother, constant comfort in my childhood,
the sweet tears of your eyes shower a rain over me! '

Since then, sings with guitar for Cyprus, not his mom,
for he was moved from the heroic life of Maria Syglitiki,
he chants an old song, about Telessila, the sickly poet,
who played her lyre on the rampart encouraging people,
the young girls of Argos hearing the sounds attacked
on the Spartan soldiers of Cleomenes and Demaratos,
they fell, stood again with bloods and won Spartans.
After that Telessila parades with the girls who survived
they walk the “Argian Girls Road', wearing male tunic,
while the men of the town wear veils and female hood!
Maria and Telessila, two heroes together in his poem.

'The ink of my Odes is blood running a cycle, Cypriots,
I brandish a pen as a sword, I build a stone, not dart it.
If you lose your sweet hope, what sort of life will you live?
Breathe and rejoice for that hope, even not seen by you.
Aura wants to refresh the new blossom, to give us fruits,
so, ignore death aimint to secure the Liberty and Muse.'



© JosephJosephides